Running that was all there was left to do now. Looking down at my arms I could see all the marks that the marker left, dozens upon dozens. All of the times I had witnessed them, but the slightest distraction would cause me to turn around and in that instant my mind was clear of all thoughts of them. There was nothing to do when I faced them; my tesla was long gone, given to Canton. So I mark myself to remind me that they are out there in numbers you wouldn't believe.

For all the running I've done, I still ended up backed in a corner. The face I knew so well, loomed in front of me, it lacked any emotion. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hand moved from his side and showed the card up his sleeve. My tesla cranked up to the maximum. "It only seems fitting that you get taken down with your own weapon." He raised the tesla so that it was level with my face, he squeezed the trigger and the last thing I saw was his face.

The darkness was getting annoying and so was the constant movement, couldn't they find a better way to dispose of people? The swinging lasted for a few more moments only to be interrupted by an unceremonious drop. Biting my lip to keep me from making a noise, I waited for someone to unzip the bag. Finally when I was free, I sat up and stretched, I scanned the room around me and nodded with approval. "Nice cell Doctor!" I smirked as Canton helped me to my feet. "And you Mister, turning it all the way up! It really stung and ruined my shirt." I pointed to the small singed hole.

Canton seemed to be holding in laughter as he bent to unzip another body bag. "How else would I have made certain that you would appear dead?"

I was about to slap the smile off his face, when the Doctor interrupted me, "Could you stop your flirting and untie me?"

"But Doctor… I think I like having you tied up!" I winked as I slowly made my way towards him.

He rolled his wrists, "You were with Jack for too long."

My smirk quickly dropped off my face as I looked down at my hands. "Yea? And whose fault was that?"

The Doctor didn't answer, but I could see for a moment sadness flash through his eyes. As his two friends were dusting each other off though, his face lit up again. He headed to the corner behind him and leaned seemingly on thin air. With a snap of his fingers, the cloaking on the T.A.R.D.I.S turned off. "Shall we?"

Plans were made, plans apparently that I wouldn't be a part of. "Really Doctor? You can't expect me to stay here while you go running around fighting the beasties!" trying to keep up with the Doctor is quite difficult when he's running around putting Nero sensors in everyone's palm.

The Doctor gave me a stern look as he placed one in his own palm. "You'd just follow one of us anyway and probley end up in trouble wouldn't you?" I looked up at him with a smirk; he shook his head as he grabbed my hand and finally placed a sensor in mine. I winced slightly and he gave a small smile. "Right then, you're with me."

Watching the Doctor mess with the space shuttle was much more entertaining than watching a phone all day. When the Doctor got off the phone he sat back up, "Don't worry I put everything back the way I found it." He glanced at his hand where a piece of wire was dangling. "Except this, there's always a bit left over, isn't there?"

Attempting not to laugh was seemingly failing, so I turned away from them and quietly laughed in the crook of my elbow. Seeing the look I was given, I tried to put a somber look on my face. One of the men in the white coats cleared his throat. "Um… If your done sir, mam, would you follow me please." Without waiting for a reply he turned and started heading down the stairs.

When we reached the bottom, he led us into a classroom and indicated for us to sit. Then he left leaving us alone. Sliding down in my seat I looked over at the Doctor. "Because I would be the one to get in trouble."

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond, but the door opened and three men walked towards us. When they started questioning us, the Doctor tried to inform them that we were on a mission from Nixon. Which they choose to ignore, that is until he walked in the room with Rory in tow.

After a few pretty words from Nixon, we were on our way. As we entered the TARDIS, I turned toward Rory with a smirk on my face. "Did you really just break their model?" Rory looked sheepishly at his feet and turned to walk past me. The Doctor came running back in and started putting coordinates in. "Doctor, what's wrong?"

For a moment he didn't answer as he turned a dial, but when he turned around. "Canton called, he needs our help."